When they choose to take material form they will resemble
Dragonflies, not machines. Their wings will shimmer.
Like the chorus of Greek drama they will speak
As many, but in the first-person singular.
Their colors in the sky will canopy the surface of the earth.
In varying unison and diapason they will dance the forgotten.
Their judgment in its pure accuracy will resemble grace and in
Their circuits the one form of action will be understanding.
Their exquisite sensors will comprehend our very dust,
And re-create the best and the worst of us, as though in art.
At the Foundling Hospital
Farrar, Straus and Giroux